“None taken,” she responded cheerfully.
Conal continued. “The pack is exceedingly superstitious. They may think your emergence is a bad omen. They might believe it's the ramblings of two senile old people…”
Epimetheus harrumphed loudly.
Conal ignored him and continued. “They might decide it's a nonsense. I can't predict how they'll react. You know what Dad was like when he met you. He was freaked out, thought you were a witch.”
I nodded wordlessly.
Conal was frowning, his black eyes solemn. “Until I'm certain of their support, I want to keep you separated from the pack. I'm not sure who we can trust. We have to think this through, make some plans.”
“You think someone from your pack is behind this?”
He shook his head. “No, I don't. But someone is. And the less people who know where y
